The Ugly Side of Motherhood

There is an ugly side of motherhood. Now, stay with me for a minute. I am not going to talk about the evils of wire hangers. I am not going to mention the sleepless nights, the constant messes, the piles of laundry. Everyone knows about those.

I have been a mom for almost 6 year now. In that time I have learned one thing. Motherhood is the absolute worst clique in the world. It is disgusting.

There are a million choices on how we can raise our children. And wherever you fall on all the choices, the lines seem to be drawn.

I have seen a million and five posts this last week about how Beyonce decided to have an elective c-section. WHO CARES?

I have seen first hand the nasty comments made when anti co-sleeping campaigns are discussed.

And don’t even get me started on the formula versus breastfeeding debate.

The newest label that seems to make you part of the ‘in crowd’ is to be a crunchy mama. It has turned into a contest of who is the most natural, who eats the least amount of animal products , whose cloth diapers are better, who only eats organic, who has the best baby carriers.

I have a very dear friend who was sharing with me her struggles of finding a group of moms to make friends with that don’t make her feel like it is a contest to be the best mom ever.

I am unsure if it is that these women doubt their abilities so much that they build themselves up to try and make themselves feel better. Or maybe they are just elitist.

Either way, it has to stop.

As a mom, I have one goal. To be the best mom I can be to my children. Not to be the best mom that everyone else thinks I should be.

If you have children you are all too familiar with the term mommy guilt. We question every choice we make. We dissect every movement our children make. We obsess over if we are making the right decision.

The last thing anyone needs is another mom making us question or choices any more than we already do.

I have been very lucky in that I have a small group of mom friends who are amazing. We don’t always agree. We don’t make the same choices. But at the end of the day, we all support each other no matter what.

The means we use to raise our children and do the best we can are going to vary as much as each individual personality. And there is no right or wrong way to do any of it.

About Rachel

Rachel Akers writes about crafts, recipes, and features the adventures of a family of 4. It is always crazy but I wouldn't change it for the world! Comments or questions? Talk to me on Facebook or Twitter or sign up for our RSS feed to have future articles delivered to your feed reader.